With the Vegas posts, I decided to go through the course of a food day: brunch, brunch buffet, happy hour, desserts, and dinner Hubert Keller’s Fleur.
When traveling, I liked the idea of saving money by combining breakfast and lunch: two meals for the price of one. Luckily in Vegas where the average person is sleeping off the previous night's bender and is not even contemplating existence until at least 11:00 am, brunch is readily available. Two places Kathy and I tried where Hash House a go-go in The Imperial Palace, the casino we were staying at, and Mon Ami Gabi in the Paris Casino.
Hash House a go-go
I didn't know what I was getting into. I should have been worried about a place with "twisted farm food," but I wasn't. Even though there were posters featuring the foods they were known for, it still didn’t register.
So, when the food arrived, I sat incredulous, shocked, and more than a little intimidated.
Big. Colossal. Enormous. Epic. All those words came to my head as Kathy’s “Mango-Coconunt” pancake, which was the size of a steering wheel, and my dish, “Andy’s Sage Fried Chicken,” came thudding our way. Maybe I was dreaming, but I could have sworn I heard the restaurant shaking.
There is a good reason that "Andy's Sage Fried Chicken" is a Man vs. Food favorite. It has a breast of fried chicken, taken from a bird with “D” cups. A biscuit that, even when cut in half, was the size of two large biscuits. A serving of scrambled eggs that must have taken several chickens to lay. Mozzarella tucked in their somewhere. Then, a cup of hollandaise sauce made spicy with chipotle cream and dressed with thick cut maple bacon, just in case the dish needed more fat. And, as if the carb factor was not proportionate enough to the size of the chicken, a generous portion of mashed potatoes.
Why mashed potatoes on eggs benedict? Why not? You're in Vegas
Oh yeah and some wilted spinach--a nice semblance of healthiness.
How did it taste? Good. Creamy, spicy, crunchy, salty, meaty, eggie, fluffy, heavy. If you have noticed that I can only write in incomplete sentences, that is because in remembering how good and ambitious that brunch was, I am so full and satisfied even the memory is affecting my ability to write clearly.
It was all so good, I'd recommend Hash House to anyone. My only advice when you go is to split whatever you order with a friend so that you can get the s’more cappuccino concoction I saw being bruleed with a torch and drizzled with chocolate. Or, if you can’t take a friend, just make sure the room has a frig for the leftovers. There will be leftovers.
For Thursday . . . Brunch at Mon Ami Gabi
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